Henry’s Suspicion Deepens
Henry had been restless all morning. The message from the unknown number had him on edge, but Catherina’s behavior was what really set off alarm bells in his head.
She was lying.
He had learned to read her well over the years—the subtle shift in her expressions, the calculated softness in her voice when she was hiding something. And today? She was hiding something big.
As she stood by the dresser, brushing her hair, she made the mistake of hesitating before answering his question about where she was going. A beat too long. A flicker of something in her gaze—guilt, or maybe fear?
Then she had left. Just like that. No explanation, no specifics.
But fate had other plans.
Catherina had taken the wrong phone.
Henry only realized it when his own phone—her phone—
